The first corrupt emperor [crossing]

The current treatment of Uncle Cat really accords with the emperor's level, and everyone in the Qianqing Palace has to offer it, which also leads to cat fur everywhere in the Qianqing Palace.

Qin Zheng tossed and tossed until midnight, and had to go to court the next day. After several days in a row, his face was a little haggard, and Zhao Guoxian was so scared that he thought he was sick.

After Qin Zheng ate some light food, he approved the memorial, looked at Zhao Guoxian next to him, and said, "Mr. Gu, is he used to living there recently?" Can take care of Gu Mingzhe.

Zhao Guoxian smiled and said, "It seems that I'm quite used to it." The food in his mouth kept on eating, if it stopped, it means that Gu Mingzhe fell asleep.

"Your Majesty," Zhao Guoxian helped Qin Zheng clean his pen, "Mr. Gu has been cleaning the cat's hair every day recently."

Really took the joke that day seriously, Qin Zheng smiled, and said, "It's okay, he is idle when he is idle."

Zhao Guoxian hesitated and said, "But after Mr. Gu finished cleaning, he pressed all the hair on the snowman he made himself, which scared several court ladies."

Qin Zheng wiped the upturned corner of his mouth, and said, "It's so cold outside, next time he makes snow outside, you can ask someone to help."

"...Yes." Sure enough, it was a wicked evildoer who would bring disaster to the country.

Qin Zheng sat on the chair and carefully considered whether there were any other flaws in the plan. After confirming that there were no problems, he got up and went to the side hall. He saw the furry snowman from a distance. At first glance, he looked like a hairy ghost. It's pretty scary.

Qin Zheng walked around the snowman, looked at the snowman's bright black eyes, couldn't help but reached out and touched it, as if it was a pebble.

The black stone on Snowman's face suddenly moved, as if rolling his eyes, and avoided Qin Zheng's hand.

Qin Zheng slowly withdrew his hand, turned his head slightly and said, "Zhao Guoxian, did you see that stone move?"

Zhao Guoxian approached the snowman, looked carefully at the snowman's face, rubbed his eyes, and said, "Your Majesty, the sun is so big, it's normal for the snow to melt, maybe I can't help it, the stone is sinking."

"Really..." Qin Zheng stared at the snowman for a while, then turned and walked into the house.

The black stone on Snowman's face suddenly moved again, and it was already off the center, as if squinting at Qin Zheng's back.

Qin Zheng turned around as if in response, and glanced at the snowman. He didn't know when the black stone had returned to its original position, and he didn't see anything wrong, so he opened the door and entered the room.

Gu Mingzhe took a pen to write and draw on the paper, but he didn't notice Qin Zheng coming in.

Qin Zheng walked up to Gu Mingzhe, looked at it for a while and asked, "What are you writing, sir?"

Gu Mingzhe was startled and shivered for a while, the ink scratched a mark, and a piece of paper was useless.He put the waste paper aside and said, "The day after tomorrow is the Lantern Festival, and I want to write a poem to meet the occasion."

"Sir, you are so elegant." Qin Zheng casually found a chair and sat down, "But I was just watching what sacrifice you wrote?"

Gu Mingzhe nodded and said, "In the past, sacrifices were held on the Shangyuan Festival in all dynasties, but in this dynasty, in order to avoid wasting people and money, the annual sacrifice was changed to every five years."

Qin Zheng nodded and said, "It doesn't matter if you change it, the common people can't fill their stomachs, so how can they have spare money to sacrifice to some gods?"

Gu Mingzhe looked at Qin Zhengdao, "Your Majesty, are you done with your recent work?" There may be a mutiny on the Shangyuan Festival, and Qin Zheng has been very busy with it recently.

Qin Zheng smiled wearily, "I've already finished what I should be busy with. Mister likes to make snowmen recently?"

Gu Mingzhe nodded and said, "There are also sacrifices among the people. There is no statue here, so I have to use a snowman instead. The sky does not seem to have snow these two days, so I have to build one in advance."

Qin Zhengdao, "It's almost gone by the time of the Shangyuan Festival."

"So I piled up a big one," Gu Mingzhe paused and said, "at least I can last for two days."

Qin Zheng took a sip of hot tea and said to drive away the cold air, "I look at that snowman with evil spirits. Mister should destroy it. I will send someone out of the palace to bring you a statue back."

"It's easier to invite gods than to send them away," Gu Mingzhe said, "It's better not to invite god statues."

Gu Mingzhe is definitely not a person who can be stubborn enough not to be lazy just for offering sacrifices. Qin Zheng sent the people around him away before saying, "Sir, what's so strange about that snowman?"

Gu Mingzhe sighed and said, "Last time, the shadow ghost was injured by the frozen ghost, and it has been unable to move. I had to let it bend down in the snowman, let the sun bask in it, and thaw out when it warms up."

"I see. No wonder I feel that snowman has been looking at me." Qin Zheng put down his teacup and said, "Can it recover on the Lantern Festival?"

Gu Mingzhe thought for a while and said, "It should be about the same."

"It's just right, let it follow me, and it may be used by then."

"Yes." Gu Mingzhe grabbed the paper at hand and said, "Your Majesty, you must remember to call me a minister."

Qin Zheng stared at Gu Mingzhe and said with a smile, "I will never forget you."

Gu Mingzhe took two steps to the side with some discomfort, avoiding Qin Zheng's sight.

Qin Zheng sighed softly and looked down at the uncle cat at his feet, and couldn't help but kicked it lightly. This cat was treated better than him, and now Gu Mingzhe refused to sleep with him, but every day Hold this fat cat.

Uncle Mao looked up at Qin Zheng, ignored him, got up and jumped onto Gu Mingzhe's desk, ran around on the desk, kicked over the ink, and scattered the paper.

Gu Mingzhe threw the cat's tail to the ground, and quickly took away the things on the table.

Uncle Cat rolled around on the ground, scratching the paper on the ground.

Qin Zheng smiled helplessly, and asked someone to come in to help clean up. He sat for a while, but Gu Mingzhe didn't say much, so he had to get up and go back to the bedroom to recharge his batteries.

A servant came to Qin Zheng's bedroom with a stack of papers in his arms, and said, "Your Majesty, Mr. Gu went to rest, and he didn't say whether you want these waste papers. Look..."

Qin Zheng was a little puzzled. He threw away the waste paper and this little servant brought it over. He thought for a while and raised his hand and said, "Show me."

Qin Zheng looked through the waste papers and found that except for the top few poems about the Hungry Ghost Festival, the rest were all written with the same poem.

"Seeing each other is like not seeing each other, how can there be no love if there is love. After the music is over, the wine is just waking up, and the moon is setting in the deep courtyard, and the people are quiet."

Seeing each other is like not seeing each other, how can love seem ruthless...Qin Zheng held the waste paper in his hands and was silent for a while, then raised his head and said, "Are you literate?" If this little servant did it on purpose, he would definitely wink.

The little servant bowed and smiled, "Return to Your Majesty, I read some books before entering the palace."

Qin Zheng nodded slightly and said, "You are by Mr. Gu's side to take care of the study and manage the study."

"Yes."

The author has something to say: The poems are from Sima Guang's "Xijiang Moon", which will be written in detail in the next chapter~